Ling Tian Sword God

”Is Fang Baiyu about to lose?”

A chorus of young experts exclaimed in shock.

”Not yet.”

A young man’s eyes narrowed slightly.

After being struck by the two crescent moon sword qi blades, Fang Baiyu didn’t fall immediately. Astonishingly, he managed to endure the blow, though he appeared to be seriously injured—and internally at that.

A hint of regret flickered in Liu Feiyue’s eyes as she failed to defeat Fang Baiyu. Sheathing her sword, she said, ”Let’s end the duel here. My ultimate move couldn’t defeat you, so I can’t win.”

”Oh?”

Fang Baiyu was surprised. He was about to counterattack with all his might when Liu Feiyue chose to stop.

Shaking his head, Fang Baiyu said faintly, ”Even so, I must state a fact. In this battle, I was at a disadvantage.”

As soon as Fang Baiyu’s words fell, a commotion erupted among the crowd around Nine Dragons Lake.

For Fang Baiyu to admit he was at a disadvantage meant that, in essence, Liu Feiyue had won this duel. Even though she hadn’t outright defeated Fang Baiyu, she had proven her strength.

What was the significance of the Nine Dragons Lake Sword Discourse? It wasn’t about victory or defeat, but about showcasing strength. After this battle, the world now knew of Liu Feiyue’s capabilities, and that was enough.

”Each one of them is so incredibly strong.”

Mo Tianya’s face paled slightly. Yun Qinghong, Liu Feiyue, even Ling Chen—these members of the younger generation, who once stood on equal footing with him or even held a lesser status in the Jianghu, had now surpassed him. It’s not because I’ve slackened, but these individuals are just too monstrously talented. To reclaim my position, I’ll have to redouble my efforts.

”Fortunately, although Fang Baiyu was at a disadvantage, he ultimately wasn’t defeated. At least he managed to defend the standing of the four great veteran masters.”

A young spectator commented.

”Indeed. Compared to Yin Tianxi and Yue Ruohai, he managed to withdraw relatively unscathed, preserving his reputation.”

”Who would have thought this generation of young people would be so outstanding? It’s truly hard to imagine.”

Initially, who could have predicted that the younger generation would successively defeat the four great veteran masters? They had first assumed that Leng Jue’s victory over Mo Tianya was the climax of this Sword Discourse. They never imagined that there were always higher mountains to climb; high-level duels emerged one after another, an unending stream of spectacular confrontations.

WHIZZ!

At this moment, a figure shot down from the mountain peak, leaving a trail of afterimages before landing on the surface of Nine Dragons Lake.

It was none other than the ”Unrestrained Young Master,” Su Ziling.

”Su Ziling? I didn’t expect he would also issue a challenge. Who is he going to challenge?”

”Among the world’s four great masters, two have already been defeated. Fang Baiyu was recently injured and is unable to continue fighting. That leaves only one person: Huyan Xiong of the Xuanwu Divine Sect.”

”What? Su Ziling is challenging Huyan Xiong?”

The crowd was stunned, their gazes falling upon the spirited Su Ziling.

Su Ziling did not deny it. Just as the crowd expected, he was indeed challenging Huyan Xiong.

The atmosphere above Nine Dragons Lake suddenly reached a fever pitch.

Huyan Xiong of the Xuanwu Divine Sect was the foremost of the four great veteran masters and considered the world’s number one master. It was said his defense was flawless and impenetrable, which was why he held this preeminent position.

Challenged by Su Ziling, Huyan Xiong’s expression remained impassive. With a flicker, he appeared above Nine Dragons Lake.

His aura was steady and calm, without the slightest ripple, like an ancient stone that had weathered countless storms, yet remained unmoved.

Gazing at the imposing figure opposite him, Su Ziling’s eyes also blazed with fighting spirit.

If he could defeat Huyan Xiong, his status would instantly surpass that of Yun Qinghong, Liu Feiyue, and Ling Chen, making him the undisputed number one master in the world.

He had long heard of the reputation of Huyan Xiong of the Xuanwu Divine Sect. Nevertheless, he was still confident he could defeat him.

”Lingxu No Shadow!”

Su Ziling’s figure abruptly vanished. He reappeared as twelve identical forms, completely encircling Huyan Xiong.

The twelve Su Zilings continuously circled Huyan Xiong, their movements creating a blur of afterimages that tightened the encirclement.

Yet, Huyan Xiong remained motionless, merely watching Su Ziling’s multiple forms with a detached gaze.

Huyan Xiong merely watched, taking no action. His eyes continuously swept across the afterimages, tracking their every move.

Suddenly, all twelve Su Zilings attacked simultaneously, each striking out with a Palm Seal that blasted the space before them.

”Fall!”

Halting his backward momentum, Su Ziling charged towards Huyan Xiong. His Palm Seal suddenly transformed into a ferocious, snarling viper. The viper lunged, its fanged mouth open, striking viciously towards Huyan Xiong.

”Xuanwu Protection!”

Huyan Xiong bellowed. His body trembled, and a colossal Black Tortoise materialized above him, its solid shell firmly shielding him.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

All the attacks rained down on the Black Tortoise’s protective Shield, only to dissipate completely. They failed to harm Huyan Xiong in the slightest; the Shield itself remained uncracked.

Indeed, it’s airtight! Ling Chen’s pupils constricted slightly. Against this level of defense, I wonder if I could break through it if I were to face it.

”Eight Extremes Bursting Palm!”

Seeing his attack blocked, Su Ziling was not surprised. His clones moved in unison, striking out with their palms simultaneously. A torrent of True Qi, like a bolt of white silk, blasted forth, crashing against the Xuanwu protection. Instantly, large holes were torn through the defensive Shield.

However, in the instant Su Ziling breached Huyan Xiong’s defense, Huyan Xiong had already shot upwards into the air, evading the converging Palm Powers a step ahead.

After evading Su Ziling’s frenzied assault, Huyan Xiong’s figure flashed. He retreated straight back, landing on the Lake Heart Island.

Seeing Huyan Xiong retreat so drastically, Su Ziling’s confidence surged, and he pursued at full speed.

After landing on the Lake Heart Island, Huyan Xiong abruptly flipped his palm. A formidable aura instantly emanated from him, spreading rapidly to cover the entire island, an area several hundred meters across.

Countless grains of sand and stone were drawn upwards by Huyan Xiong’s technique, coalescing into one, then two... eventually forming over a dozen swirling sandstorms.

Su Ziling’s expression tightened. He once again unleashed the Lingxu Divine Palm. The Palm Powers from all his clones merged into a single, colossal Palm Seal that slapped furiously towards Huyan Xiong.

Huyan Xiong clenched his fist. The massive Palm Seal froze in mid-air. Then, the terrifying sandstorms whirled violently, effortlessly shattering the Palm Seal and surging towards the nearby Su Ziling.

What? I can’t block this! It’s too strong! Su Ziling was aghast. He hadn’t imagined his opponent possessed such an Absolute Kill Sword Technique. This isn’t an ordinary sandstorm; it’s imbued with the potent True meaning of earth. It cannot be underestimated!

Lowering his center of gravity, Su Ziling arranged his twelve clones in a single line. Simultaneously, they all channeled their True Qi, unleashing a combined attack that blasted towards the terrifying sandstorm, as if intending to pierce right through it.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sandstorm raged furiously. Although the combined attack from the twelve clones managed to disrupt the sandstorm, it failed to penetrate completely. The clones were then engulfed and, in the blink of an eye, shattered into nothingness.